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Chapter 5

I awoke with a major headache the next day my wound on my head throbbed and all I wanted was freedom, I looked up as the door opened

"Finally awake 134556"
"My name is Sam"
"Not anymore kid"

I realized I was shaking in fear again and I could see the gleam in the man's eyes showing that he knew I was scared.

He dragged me from my cell and outside
"Get to work"

He handed me a shovel and went to check on some other slaves

I bite my lip, gripping tight the pick ax he puts in my hands. I expect him walk me to the same rubble mountain as yesterday, but instead we walked down a dark corridor. It was damp and smelled like rotten cheese. At least I think it was cheese...maybe it was something else. "Wh-where are you taking me?" I stammer I hate stammering; it shows I'm scared and showing fear is a weakness. Dean would be disappointed. The man grunts,

"You're going to the base level...we need to expand south."

"Why?"

"Because...the boss says so."

I swallow fearfully; it's quiet for a few more seconds. Then I muster the courage to ask,

"who's your boss?"

"None of your concern now shut up."

he shoves me in a small room that smells worse than the corridor and the floor is covered in stuff that I hope is mud. Please be mud.

"Get to work." I sigh, walking to a chipping rock and stone earth wall, hitting it with my pick ax; the ax like yesterday hit my head yesterday. Blood mats my hair and nearly knocks me on my butt, I'm alone today, so no-one can say kind words or offer to help. Obviously kindness is not allowed here. I sigh, hitting and pounding the rock and stone with my pick ax and humming the first few words of Falling inside the Black by Skillet, it's by the second chorus that I'm singing; my voice echoing off the shallow walls.

*italic words* falling in the black slipping through the cracks, falling to the depths can I ever go back, dreaming of the way it used to be, can you hear me?

A voice clears behind me, causing me to halt my work and turn around sharply. The pick ax falling from my hands and landing on my foot- and since the people hear took away my shoes and socks, I'm pretty sure that the pick ax clipped my toes and cut at least one of them open. "Uh...I was just-"

"You're a good singer." says the female guard; she's glaring at me coldly. "The boss appreciates music...mm," she taps her chin in thought. "Let me talk to him, I might get you a job as a minstrel."

"Minstrel?"

"A song bird...you sing when boss tells you and when he doesn't want to hear singing, you're silent and you stay that way. If you're not then its punishment. Delivered by anyone boss chooses." I swallow fearfully; maybe I should just play along with this whole ordeal? Who knows how long it'll be before I get out of here...